HflRRflLD'S 

BOOK 

OF 

War Bongs 



COMPOSED BY 

MICHAEL HERRALD, 

REDDING, IOWA. 



(Jopy right, 1899. 



JOURNAL PRINT, MT. AYR. 



HARRflLD'S 

BOOK 

OF 

NaT SongBo 

I MICHAEL HERRALD, 

\^ REDDING. I0« A 



Copyright, 1899. 



JOURNAL PRINT, MT. AYR. 



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OUR NATION. 

Yoii gallant soiih^ of Old Glory, 

Listen to what I say; 
Tlie next time yon go a ftghting, 

Don't go so far away. 

Stay at home and mind our harl)ors 
And watch our river towns, 

Where prosperity is alw^ays booming 

And the l^anks will ne'er go down. 

Just look along our harbors 

And see our ships floating on the bay, 
Kirh nierehants from other nations 

Oome trading with us every day. 

^^)n ^ons and dai^ghteis of Old Glory 

Now^ unto you I say, 
Don't let tiMists and combines take 

x\il your wealth away. 

We are the only nation 

That's free on earth to-day. 

It was Washington, Grant and Dewey 
For us that gained the day. 

They fought with skill and bravery. 
They made the cannons roar. 

They whipped the naughty Spaniards 
And the Philippines are ours. 



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Then came the shooting with Dewey 

And his brave jolly tars, 
And they done the work so completely 

It almost ended the wars. 

Cheer up ye brave lads of Columbia, 
And don't be downhearted or shy, 

Dewey will make a good president, 
If he takes the office by and by. 

The reason now why I am singing, 
Then you see what I mean, 

Dewey whipped part of the Spaniards, 
And the rest he sent back to Spain, 

When the war is all over and ended, 
I'll tell you what I'm going to do, 

I'll go myself down into congress 

And Dewey will take care of you. 

I'll help to make laws for this nation, 
And Dewey will fire off the balls. 

And all that's required of you people 
Is to take good care of the bold jolly 
tars. 



PRAISE OF CAPTAIN SAMPSON. 
In praiye of Captain Sampson 

Wii^ name we will uphold, 
As commander of the Navy 

He acted clever true and bold. 

He was stationed at Porti Rico, 

Along the Spanish bay; 
And he never let a Spaniard pass 

That chanced to come his way. 

He gave orders unto Hobson 
To block the Spanish fort, 

To give a chance to Schley 
At them to have some sport. 

Schley was gently waiting 

For the Spaniards to come out. 

To give them a dose of medicine 
To cure them of the gout. 

The medicine was so hard in taking 
And the funnels full of smoke. 

It burst them all to pieces 
In running down their throat. 

The Spaniards got to squealing. 
The medicine made them sore: 

They sorely begged of Uncle Sam 
Not to give them any more. 



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You sons and daughters of this nation, 

Listen what I say, 
Prepare for next election 

We're going to have a big day. 
The man who will lead this battle, 

though he lives out in the west. 
He is an exception for he is one of the 

best ; 
He is a poet and a singer and that we all 

do know, 
His voice did sound in the convention 

hall not very long ago; 
He is a bold, undaunted youth; they 

claim he is too young. 
But never mind the youth my boys, 

he'll show^ the trusts some fun. 
He'll match the kings of sugar, and the 

trusts can't go by. 
The income tax he surely has right in 

his other eye; 
O listen to this silver thatabove them all. 
Sixteen to one, we'll surely have, and 

England will begin to squall. 
Hurrah for Uncle Sam and free silver, 

we'll soon tear up the mines. 
The tramps will all be working and see 

no more hard times; 



The chief commander of this business is 

a man of noble fame, 
He is located out in Lincoln and Honor- 
able W. J. Bryan his name. 
Long may he live in pleasure, 
To enjoy his mansion home; 
He's the champion of free silver, 
Every man must own. 



PRAISE OF HOBSON. 

Hobson is a hero. 

And he did his work so well, 
He put the old Merrimac in the bay 

And then kissed her ''good-bye, fare- 
well." 

They held him in Morro Castle, 

For liim we were in grief 
For fear that they might murder him 

Or take him off his feet. 
Bnt our government says ''release him," 

And then let Hobson go. 
Or Ave'll blow up Morro Castle 

And then he'll have a chance to go. 
The joke we had on Hobson 

After they let him go, 
vVe went filling his mouth with kisses 

Which the girls at him would throw. 



PRAISE OF SCHLEY. 

Seliley got all the praises 

For bursting up the Spanish fleet; 
He deserved all the praises 

For they tumbled at his feet. 

He was watching at the harbor 

To see them coming out, 
To give them more of that medicine 

That cured them of the gout. 

Then Schley he got to shooting 
And they thought they'd get a way, 

But down along the harbor 
He nailed them on the way. 

Then there came the shooting, 

With old Schley and his grand old Tar 

And they did the work so beautifully 
He gave them the cigars. 

May the Lord reward that Schley, 

Him and his jolly Tars, 
And send them heie to Redding 

And we'll set up the cigars. 



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KING OTOOLE. 

As St. Kevin was traveling through a 
a place called Glendalough, 

He met the King O'Toole and asked him 
for a smoke. 

Says the King, yon are a stranger, your 

face Fve never seen. 
If you have a bit of weed, Fll give you 

my troudeen. 
Chorus: — Fal da ra, lido, Fal da ra la de. 

While the monarch was kindling np the 
pipe, the monarch gave a sigh; 

Is tliere anything the matter, says the 
St., that makes you cry ? 

Says the King, I Lad a gander that was 

gave me by my mother, 
This morning he has shook his tail by 

some disease or another. 

Are you crying for the gander, you un- 

' fortunate old goose? 
Dry up yonr tears and fretting, there's 
not a bit of use. 

Says the St., what will you give me if 

the gander Fll revive? 
Says the King, I'll be your servant all 

the days that I'm alive. 



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I can cure him, says St. Kevin, but I 

don't want a servant man, 
And if I'm not making bold to ask, 

would like a bit of land. 

If you tbink so much about that bird. 

if I make him whole and sound. 
Will you give me all the land the gander 

can fly around? 

I will, and welcome, says the King, give 

yovi what you ask; 
The St., bid him bring the gander and 

he w^ould begin the task. 

The King went into the Palace to fetch 

him out the bird, 
But he never had the slightest notion of 

sticking to his word. 
The St., he took the gander from the 

arms of the King, 
He soon began to twig his back and then 

to stretch his wings. 

He raised him up and down, into the air 
he flew full thirty miles around. 

Says the St., I thank your majesty for 
that little bit of ground. 

The King, to raise a ruction, he called 
the St., a witch, 



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And bald lie would call for his t?ix big 
Fous to put him in the ditch. 

Never iiiiiid, ^aid St. Kevin, I'll manage 
those rich merchants; 

He turned the King and his six big sons 
into the seven churches. 

Now there's a moral attached unto this 
song: 

To punish men I think 'tis right when- 
ever they do wrong. 

The King O'Toole was punished for his 

dishonest doing, 
The St. he left the gander thereto guard 

about the rooms. 

If you go there of a summers day be- 
tween twelve and one o'clock. 

You find the gander flying around the 
Palace Glendalough. 

A poor man keeps his word much better 

than those that's grander, 
The King begrudged to pay the St. when 

he cured the old dead gander. 
Chorus :^Fal da ra.li do, fal da ra la de. 



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Once I thought I ne'er could do, 

To wiite a book that would suit you; 

Now I really believe 

That the book none of you will deceive: 

There are songs and rhymes 

That will suit the times, 

And a sketch about those brave old tars 

That helped Dewey through the wars. 

When he landed in Philip Bay, 

He killed them all in half a day; 

Now, you believe this book is right, 

For you know the tars that had to fight. 

They fought against a double crew. 

And that's the trick our Yanks can do: 

This book is cheap and has good rhymes. 

It is just the stuff to suit the times. 

One thing more for you to do. 

Pray for Dewey and his crew; 

Now when I'm dead and gone away, 

You can read this book along all day. 



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IN PRAISE OF MT. AYR. 
Mt. Ayr is brave and clever, 

She acted loyal and true; 
She helped to free those islands 

With men and money too; 
Some are at the Philli pines, 

Eager for to fight: 
To defend our windy city 

Would be their chief delight. 

Now about those merchants, 

They are a gallant crew; 
The wealth they have in that city 

Will prove the same to you. 
In praise of your worthy bankers, 

Their names I wall uphold; 
They fought that panic bravely, 

With their silver and their gold. 

They said unto the farmers, 

"Now, if you want a loan, 
Don't be one bit bashful 

For we've got money of our own; 
Now if you are in trouble. 

And don't know what to do, 
Sign your name upon this paper. 

And the banks will see you thro'. " 



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Now those enterprising merchants 

Are going to build a hall, 
Right npon the fair ground 

For everyone to call. 
In this hall will be a steeple, 

They can see it from the south, 
Where the Tars named the war-ship?^ 

For to let the prisoners out. 

This county has good leaders; 

They know just what to do, 
And if you tell them of your troubler , 

They will surely pull you through; 
They'll give you what you ask for. 

If they find you loyal and true, 
But if you are a rascal. 

They have a place for you. 

I have met them in the city, 

To me it was a charm; 
They took me by the right hand, 

And almost shook off my arm; 
Now one word more I'll mention, 

And this to you I say, 
I hope that windy city 

Will never blow away. 



A TRIBUTE TO GRANT CITY. 

You inhabitants of Grant City, 

Now listen unto me; 
While I relate with pleasure 

The sights which I did see. 

The first view of your court house 

To me was a delight; 
The invitations of your citizens 

Were cheerful, good and bright. 

I viewed it from the corners, 
I was standing on the square; 

I came to the conclusion 
It was beauty everywhere. 

The beauty of that building 
And the name of the city own, 

The Governor of Missouri 

Would wish it were his home. 

Something more I'll mention, 

And I do declare, 
They helped to whip the Spaniards 

And they were not scared. 

They said to ''Uncle Sam" 
''Now if you want any more" 

That famous old "Grant City" 
Will furnish men galore. 



The author of these verses, 

He solemnly declares 
That the people of Grant City 

Are very few and scarce. 

They are noble and brave-hearted, 
And he says he ought to know, 

For he worked upon their buildings 
Very many years ago. 

Now I'll end these simple verses 

I have no more to say; 
The love I feel for that city 

Will never fade away. 



The lightest determination, 

Is a sad extermination, 

And abandoned to ruination. 

From the holy church of Rome. 

You sanctified senses of classical exper- 
ience, 

Restrain your impatience in favors ii)]- 
plore, 

Bereft of true sensation my intelligence 
do fail me, 

Grammar rules don't aid me, my learn- 
ing is but low. 

Had I been dictated, 

My fluent education 



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In versification, 

My name I would have told. 

My wayt^ and occupation, 

I am a rambling, sporting, tradesman. 

The publicans are shaking, 

And the bailiff at the door. 



IN PRAISE OF ADMIRAL DEWEY- 

(xood people I pray piy attention, 

And listen while I relate, 
I'll sing you a song about Dewey 

And the battle he fought of late. 

He steamed over deep waters, 

Heading for the old Spanish bay, 

Dewey says we'll get there some morning 
And our passage they'll have to pay. 

During the voyage o'er the ocean, 

The ship^ they vs^ere lightles at night. 

For the Yankees are shrude and careful 

And you know they are clever to fight. 

In sailing right into the harbor 

Their funnels spit fire and some 
smoke. 
The Spaniards got into the racket. 

And Dewey says, there comes the 
sport. 



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Talking of mines in the harbor. 

Now Dewey says that's all a joke; 
Tliey 're anchored down here in the harbor 

And well have the best of the sport. 

CHARLIE EAGEN. 

Oome all you airy bachelors, 

A warning take from me; 
Be sure to shun night walking, 

And quit bad company. 

I lived as happy as a Prince, 

My mind it tells me so; 
80 fare thee well I am j ust going home, 

My shuttle for to throw. 

It was on a certain Tuesday, 

To the army I was going, 
I met with a small offense, 

It grieves my heart full sore. 

I met with Seargent Atkinson, 

In the market as I roved down; 
He says young man would you enlist 
To be a light dragoon. 

No, kind sir, a soldier's life 
And me would not agree, 
And neither would I bind myself 
Dowai from my liberty. 



Perliaps there Consiii Charlie, 

You might intend and do worse, 
To leave yoar native country and enlist 
In the black horse. 

In all my kind persuasions, 

At length did agree, 
To k^ave my native country, 

To fight for liberty. 

Are you in a hurry, 

Or are you going away, 
You wait and listen 

To what I am going to say. 

Do you live far from this town^ 
For that I'd wish to know; 

Besides your name, sir, if you please. 
Tell me before you go. 

1 am in a hurry. 

My dwelling is far away; 
My place of habitation 

Is six miles below Orlean. 

( -harlie Eagen is my name. 

From Orleans I came; 
I never intended to do a crime, 

Nor shall deny my name. 



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As I rove through Orleaii!^, 

It still runs on my mini; 
So fare thee well to New Orleaii: 

And the girl I left behind. 



THE BANKS OF PORTO RICO. 
It was a fine summer evening, 

But was in the month of May, 
Down by the banks of Porto Rico 
1 carelessly did stray. 

I overheard a fair maid, 

Most grieviously she did complain. 
Saying its on the banks of Porti Rico 

My darling does remain. 

I stepped up to this fair maid, 
"vnd I put her in surprise; 

I own she didn't know me, 
For I was in disguise. 

I said my charming fair maid, 
My joy and hearts delight, 

How far do you intend to go, 
This dark and stormy night' 

"The wav kind sir ti Porto Rico, 
Would you be pleased to show, 

Pity me a poor stranger, 
There I intend to go. 

I'm in search of a young man. 

And Johnny is his name; 
Some where in Porto Rico 

I am told he does remain. 



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There's three long montht^ and bitter. 

Since Johnnie left tlii^ shore; 
HeV Rone across the ocean 

To where the cannons roar. 

He's gone across the ocean to where the 
cannons roar, 
He's gone across the ocean there to 
find some fame; 
1 was told his ship was lost 
All on the coast of Spain. 

When she heard the dreadful new^s, 

She fell in despair; 
She got to ringing her arms, 

And tearing her hair. 

Since Johnny has left me, 

No other man 111 take; 
I'll take through the lonesome woods of 
Porto Rico; 

I'll mourn for his sake. 

When he saw^ her loyalty, 

He could no longer bear, 
He flew into her arms, 

''Now Betsy I am here." 

I am the young man, 

That caused all your pain, 
'ince we met in Porto Rico 
We'll never part again. 



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THE SOLDIER BOY. 

As I roved down by New Orleans, 

One evening last July, 
The mother of a soldier boy 

In tears I did spy. 

She said, "God be with you Johnnie, 
Although you're far away, 

For you my heart is breaking. 

Since you have went to Philip Bay." 

Johnnie, I gave you schooling. 

And I gave you a trade likewise; 

You needn't join the army 
If you take my advice. 

You needn't go to face the foe. 

Where the cannons they did roar, 

And thousands fall in victory 
Upon that bloody shore. 

The batteries of Sebastapol 

The world they did surprise; 

Hard it was to take it, 

For the enemy was so wise. 

BijiPaddy's sons and British guns, 

^Their value did display; 
Together with the men of France, 
We know they gained the day. 

When we attacked Sebastapol, 

Then you'd see some play; 
The very ground we -stand upon, 

Did ^hake with truth I say, 



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The clouds were dark witli heavy smoke, 

From bomb shells firing there, 
And soldiers falling on the plains. 

That went to fight the bear. 

No tongae can well describe to yon the 
dreadful slaughter there, 

If your heart was as hard as iron, 

for them you would shed a tear, 

To see poor heroes falling and 

bleeding in their gore, 
Far from tlieir friends and native land 
upon the Russian shore. 



THE JOLLY ROVING TAR. 

Down by London City, 

So careless I did stray; 
I beheld a sailor bold. 

But she was a lady gay. 

She appeared to me like Venus bright. 

Or some supeiior star, 
As she roved the beach lamenting, 

For her jolly roving tar. 

She says ''Willie, lovely, 

Willie, why do you sail away? 
When I am twenty-one 

ril be a lady gay." 

ril man one of my father's ships, 
And face the Spanish war, 

And cross the briny ocean 
With my jolly roving tar. 



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When they oared their boats from shore, 

She waived her lily white hand; 
vShe says we have provisions plenty, 

And lots of grogg in store, 
We'll whip the Spanish navy, 

These jolly roving tars. 

Farewell, farewell, to the maids of New 
York City, 

For we are going far; 
My lieart lies in the bosom, 

Of my jolly roving tar. 



A MOMENT WAS SAD. 
The moment was sad. 

When my love and I parted; 
Mary, my darling, 

I am just going away. 

I kissed off the tears, 

And was nigh broken hearted; 

Mary, my darling, 

I would just like to stay. 

Warm w^as the cheeks 

That hung on my shoulder: 

Damp was her hand, 
And no marble was colder. 

1 felt that I never again would be- 

hold her. 



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(3h, Mary, my darling, I am going 
away. 

We parted in grief and onr gocd 
8hip \veig]]ed. 

THE GIRL I LEFT BEHIND ME. 

I'm lonesome sin -e I crossed the hills, 
And o'er the mires that's sedgy; 

With heavy thonglits my heart is filled, 
Since I parted with my Nellie. 

Whenever I turn to view this place, 

These tlionghts they still remind me: 

Whether asleep or awake, 

I'm in hopes to ^ee my jewel again, 
For my heart is 1 re diking. 

The liees shall lavish make no store, 
And the dove become a ranger: 

The falling water will cease to rove. 
Before 111 ever change her. 

Each mutual promise faithful maid. 

To l.er whoi^e tears do bind me: 
Many a heavy sigh I gave, 

For her I left behind me. 

If ever I chance to come that way, 

And there satisfied they found me; 

I'll stay at home and rove no more, 
With them I left behind me. 



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THE iNEW LIGHT OF ESCUTCHEON 

You muses now come aid uie, 

In admonishing the Pagans, 

Those new lights of Escutcheon 

Whose fate I do deplore. 

From their innoeense and raising 
They were led to condemnation, 
Their faith they have violated 
In occasion of their woe. 

The mass they have forsaken, 
Their source of renovation 
To free them from damnation. 
Or Satan's wild yoke. 

You cursed and wicked traitors, 
Why have you forsaken 
The standard of salvation. 
That holy church of Rome. 

Your trenches shield unweapon, 
And hope in time of danger, 
Accepted that occasion 
The deamons to elope. 

His flesh was bread for eating, 
And his blood for drink he gave you. 
With faultless for reason. 
He each of you adored. 



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Unlet?« human ^Lould betray yoia, 
Or liereasy ensnare yon, 
( )r Satan should ensnare you 
Then in regions of woe. 

When rocks would split asunder, 
Its dome will fly with wonder. 
The earth will ring with thunder, 
And the elements will roar. 

The sun will then be eclipsed. 
The moon and stars in darkness, 
And waters will decrease 
Most cH mazing to behold. 

None of those traitors 
That were tyrants before, 
They daren't to assemble, . 
The truth for to relinquish. 

The enthusiast will tremble 
At the splendor of the Pope, 
Taose heretic sages 
Will see their danger in yielding. 

All those unbelievers their faith they 

will deplore, 
They are not like St. Peter, 
Who fervently besought him. 
And valieiitly believed in the holy 

church of Rome. 



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THE NEW REMEDY. 
Grood people pay attention, 

And listen to what I say; 
I will tell you of a medicine 

Yon mnst take every day. 

Take a dose in the morning" 

And you will feel good all day; 

Take a dose in the evening, 

And you'll sleep until break of day. 

Don't take pills or powders. 
They will tease you all your life. 

But take this famous medicine 
Which every one likes. 

This medicine was got up 

Not very long ago, 
In beautiful Ringgold county. 

You'll be proud when I tell you so. 

We've got cattle and big corn, 
And the medicine you know; 

^'vny more prosperity 
The government to you don't owe. 

Don't be complaining 
About rain, frost or snow; 

It is the will of the Almighty, 
And he hath caused it so. 



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C'lieer up and don't be angry, 

The war it is all o'er; 
We've whipped Spain and the Plnli- 
pines, 

And the Ii^hinds are our own. 

Now to ronclude and finish 

I have no more to say, 
I hope in Ringgold county 

To pass my life away. 



THE ROVINQ JOURNEYMAN. 

I a:ii a roving journeyman, 

And rove from town to town; 

Whenever I get a job to do 
I am willing to sit down. 

With my kit across my shoulder, 
And my pairing knives in hand, 

Around this country I will go 
Like a roving journeyman. 

When first I came to Memphis, 
The girls did jump with joy; 

One says to the other. 

Here comes a sporting boy. 

Ojie treats me to the bottle, 
And the other to the glass, 

The toast went round the table. 

And they says here is to the journey 
man. 



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I had not been in this country. 

One day but only three, 
When a beautiful young damsel 

She fell in love with me. 

She invited me to dine Avith her, 
And took me by the hand; 

And she slyly told her mother. 

That she loved that journeyman. 

Get away, you saucy girl, 

Why dare you say so! 
To love a young man 

You never had seen before. 

Hold your tongue dear mother, 
And do the best you can; 

Around this country 1 will go 
With my roving journeyman. 



THE SAILOR AND CARPENTER. 

Attend to my ditty, 

You frolicsome folks. 
And I will sing for you a story 

Concerning a joke. 

It is a fact I am going to inform. 

Concerning a woman by auction was 
.^old; 
A ship carpenter lived not a mile from 
here, 
He was little a rather too fond of 
his beer. 



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He was hard up for brass, 

It is true on my life; 
For ten shillings, by auction, 

He sold off his wife. 

The husband and wife 

They could not agree. 
For he was too fond 

Of going out on a spree. 

They fixed up this matter. 

Without more delay; 
He put on her a halter, 

And took her away. 

Then she was put up. 

Without even a frown, 
The first was a tailor 

XhatQbid half a crown. 

Two and a sixpence. 

Three farthings a butcher he said: 
Six and ten said a barber. 

With his curly head. 

Up came a cobbler, 

And gave a loud bawl. 
Nine shillings for her, \ 

Bustle and all. 



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Jut^t look at lier beauty, 

Her t^liape, and her size. 
She's mighty good timber, 

And sober likewise. 

Yes, said a sailor. 

She's one out of four, 
Ten shillings for her, 

But not a cent more. 

I'liank you sir, thank you sir, 

Said the bold auctioneer, 
Groing, going for ten. 

Is there anyone here. 

That will bid any more, 

Isn't this a sad job; 
Going, going, I say, 

She's gone for ten bobs. 

The hammer was struck, it concluded 

the sale; 
The Tar he paid down the brass and 

the nail; 
Says he, I will make her a lady so spruce, 
And fatten her well upon cabbag<3 and 

goose. 

He shook hands with his Betsy, 
And gave her a smack. 



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And then took her home, 

Straight way on his back. 

He never cried stop, 

With his darling so sweet, 
Until he landed her over on 

Sweet Bareck street. 

He sent for a fifer 

And fiddler to play, 
They danced and they sung 

Until it was very near day. 

While Jack to his hammock. 

With his betsy did go. 
While the fifer and fiddler 

Played Rasin the Bow. 

Now Jack is living happy 

With his darling swain, 
She's became a good wife, 

And from drinking refrains. 

While roving over the ocean, 

Regardless of life, 
Jack is well pleased 

With his ten shillings wife. 



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THE RECRUITIN'& SERaEANT. 

In Dingle street, in Sw3et Tralee, 
One day in the month of Augnst, 

Who should I meet going np and down 
the street 
But an old recruiting seargent. 

He says "kind sir, if you take on, 
And join to be your guardian, 

It is much better for yon than to be 

Plowing in the field and be a farmer. " 

I never could consent, 

To obey so many masters; 
My doom would be to face the black. 

And there I would bi slaughtered. 

I'd sooner sow, reap an 1 m^w, 

And be a farmer; 
And drink a dollar an^ong my friends. 

And be a farmer. 

He says, young man, make up your mind, 

And join the royal army; 
Uncle Sam's cash was never slack. 

Well pay you night and morning. 

If you lose a leg 

You'll be pensioned off, 
And with honor 

He'll discharge you. 

You can live at your ease forevermore, 
You don't need to be a farmer; 

He says come in and let us drink, 
The day is very warm. 



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^' e 11 drink enougli and quench our 
thirst, 
V\ itli whisky, beer and porter; 
He bili[ped adollai* in my hand, 

He bay, ''Heie pay for what yon 
call for." 

I was feeling so iiewhat drunk, 

But I knew the tricks of that old 
Sergeant; 
And I threw the money ba 'k again, 

Saying, ''1 ca.i pay for my own 
drinks.''' 

He says belate you of good cheer, 
The trumpet sounds to call you; 

Victorious ca^li you took in your hand. 
And you must obey her orders. 

We raised a row about the house, 
And I made such an alarm; 

I says your scheming will not avail, 
For justice 1 will call on. 

He called me before a magistrate. 
He said that 1 should march it: 

Since 1 took n:ioney in my hand, 
I must go to headquarters. 

^^ hen 1 heard my sentence passed, 
I begged his honor pardon; 

I put the money in his hand. 

And told him this is how it happened. 



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The law yoii make, yon will not break, 

Your honor cannot alter; 
Yon enlisted now as well as me, 

You're wanted out to-morrow. 

His honor then made no delay, 
But set himself in a hurry; 

He counted me out one pound one, 

He says, ''Jack you done me hand- 
some." 

I counted it before his face, 

And I reached it to the Seargent; 

And I said this will answer for me as 
well, 
I'll go home to mind my farm. 



MASON. 

Mason is a hero, 

And I've read about them all; 
I wish he was boss in Congress, 

And speaker of them all. 

Mason is for freedom. 

And that well we know; 

His voice was heard in Congress 
Not very long ago. 

McKinley says to Congress, 

''Now boys what shall we do? 

Shall we turn them out of the island, 
Or let them all pull through." 



Ma&ioii made an answer, 

And be done it very keen; 

''They are murdering them in the Inland 
It is plain to be Been." 

Others got to talking, 

To see what is the best that they 
could do, 
Hut Mason said the best remedy 

Was to fight the battle through. 

"We can wliip them I can see it, 

And I will prove it is so; 
We've got tars to do it. 

They are willing to go. 

(ret ready Uncle Sam, 

Get ready now in time; 
Gro and clean out the Island 

While the weather is fine. 

When that Spaniard insulted Mason 

My blood began to boil, 
I said unto the people 

I'm going to cross the isle. 

To fight that bloody Spaniard, 
Is something I want to do; 

He has insulted Mason 

The captain of our crew. 



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THE PARTING GLASS. , 

All the money tbat ever I had 
I spent it in good company; 

And all the harm that ever 1 done, 
Alas, it was to no one but me. 

Good night, and joy be with you all, 
All the comrades that ever I had, 
their sorry lor me going away 
And all the sweethearts that ever I had. 
They'd wish me one more day to 
stay. 

Since it came to my lot that I must rise, 

And you need not, 
I'd gently rise and with a smile. 

Good night, and joy be with you all. 

If I had money enough to spend. 
And leasure time to sit awhile. 

There is a female in this town. 

That sorely has my heart beguiled. 

Her rosy cheeks and ruby lip-. 

She sorely has my heart ei. snared; 

So fill to me the parting gia^s. 

Good night and joy be with you all. 

A\'hen I am boozing Til have to quit, 

And none but strangers around me 
all; 

Then my poor heart will surely break, 
When I am boozing far aw^ay. 



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Far away, far away, 

When I am boozing far away; 
My poor heart will surely break, 

\\lien I am boozing far away. 



GOOD NEWS FROM HOME. 

Good news from home, 

Good news from home. 

Good news for me 

Has come across the dark blue sea. 

From friends I have not seen for years, 

From friends that I have left in tears; 

And since we parted long ago, 

My life has been a scene of woe. 

But now a joyful hour has come," 

For I have heard good news from home. 

No father there to guide me now. 
Nor mother's tears to soothe my brow^; 
Nor sisters voice falls on my ear. 
Nor brothers smiles will give me cheer. 

But though 1 wander far away 

My heart is full of joy to-day; 

Good news from home, 

Good news for me. 

Has come across the deep blue sea. 

When shall I see that cottage door, 
Where I spent years of joy before; 
Although I knew no grief nor care, 
My heart was always happy there. 



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Although I wondered far, 

My heart is full of joy to-day, 

For friends across the ocean foam 

Have sent to me good news from home; 

Now a joyful hour has come, 

That I have heard good news from home. 



CHICAGO SPORTSMEN. 

As I rove through the town. 
To view those pretty lasses; 

Old maids right down town, 

Peeped at me through their gla-^ses. 

To Evanston well go out, 

To view some other lasses. 
And well take them on the lake 

And have a good excursion. 

We'll go to see the new canal. 

After we get out of the harbor, 

If w^e find the water deep. 
Well go to Joliet after. 

When we'll get into that town, 
We'll inquire for information; 

To see whether there are any Chicago 
rats 
In jail to be liberated; 

Then to the stock-yards we will go. 
And that will end our excursion. 



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PRAISE OF BLOCKTON. 

You gallant ^otis of Blocktoii listen niito 
nie, 
While I sing the praises of yonr 
famous grand city; 
Your businessmen and banker has done 
so well for thee, 
I'm sure you are a credit for other 
merchants to come and see. 

With your magnificent school house, 
And your solid brick built stores, 

You are a credit to this county, 

And it is a comfort in your home. 

Blockton, if you keep booming in the 
future, 

As you have done heretofore, 
You'll hav^e a line of street cars, 

What you never had before. 

Blockton done for this government 
As good as any other town; 

She sent some of lier men to the Philip- 
pines 
And bid them to come down. 

Slie says to Uncle Sam, 

If you want any more. 
We have a hundred million in the 
treasury, 

We'll give you tw^enty million more. 



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Hurrah for Bloektoii, 

Platte i^ on the boonr. 
Navigation on the river, 

And we'll have it very ^oon. 

Hurrah again for Blockton, 

No Mormons any more; 
It used to be the town of Mormons, 

Bnt now 'tis BJockton for evermore. 



BOLDHOBSONOFTHEMERRIMACI 

My name is bold Hobson, 

A man that loves pleasure; 

I kiss those fair maids 

When I find them at leisure. 

C'horus: — Fal da ra, Fal da ra, Fal a ra 
ri, ra ro. 

If all those fair maidens 

Were lilies and roses, 
You'd see those young men 

Would go pick them as posies. 
Chorus: — ^Fal da ra, etc. 

If all those young maidens 

Were black birds and thrushes, 

You'd find those young men 

Would go beating the bushes. — Cho. 

If all these fair maidens 

Were swans on the water, 



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Hob^oii is .jiiht the boy 

That would jump out and swim 
after. — Clio. 

If ail these fair maidens 

Were game on the mountains, 

You'd see those young men 

Would getgunsandgofowling.-C'ho. 

If all those fair maidens 

Were green rushes growing, 

The farmers are the lads 

That would take sythes and go 
mowing. 

Now those fair maids have quit giving 
presents. 
But Hobson is the man that got 
most of the kisses. 
No doubt he had a right to 

When he lost the old Merrimac his 
sister. 



JOHN MORRISEY. 

You gallant sons of Granual, 

You listen to my song; 
I will sing to you a verse or two 

And won't detain you long. 

It's of a gallant Irishman, 

His praise 1 will sing; 
For one thousand pounds on Patrick's 
Day, 

He now has challenge King. 



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John Morrisey is my name, 

My age is forty-three; 
Some people say that 1 am too old, 

To gain the victory, 

But on the seventeenth of March, 

When ril go in the ring, 
I swear I will play Patrick's day, 

Upon the ribs of king. 

When I was joined in wedlock-land, 

The truth I will relate, 
A promise to my wedded wife 

I was obliged to make. 

That fighting for the future, 
I certainly would shun; 
But I must have satisfaction for what 
John Hen an done; 
The first man that 1 ever fought 
it was. 

The Buffalo boy the Yankees all were 
sure, 

That day my life he would destroy; 
But John gained the victory. 

And that without much noise. 

He played for them a favorite. 

Called The Gallant Two Prairie Boy. 

Sam the Black was the next, 
I own I did subdue. 

The Kussian sailor and shepherd, 
I have killed them it is true; 



4f) 

I never feared an Englishman or a Span- 
iard in the ring, 
And now I swear upon an oath, FU 
take the life of King. 

John Heaan to his country 

He is a disgrace; 
Into America any more 

He daren't show his face. 

He has chose the orange forever more, 

As you may understand, 
For ten thousand pounds in ready gold. 

He sold his native land. 

It is not for the sake of money, 

Nor is it for any wealth; 
Nor is it for the sake of that English 
belt. 

But honor for Old Ireland, 
Fll fight or die within the ring. 

Or gain the victory. 

Now to conclude and finish, 

I have no more to say; 
That courage may not fail him, 

And may he gain the day. 

Fill your glasses to the brim. 

Until they do flow o'er. 
And drink to gallant Morrisey, 

The pride of Erin shore. 



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THE SAVAGE LOVES HIS SACRED 
HOME. 

The savage loves liis native home, 

And he rules the soil and shills the 
air ; 
And well ought Erin's sons adore, 

That soil which natare for.ae 1 so 
fair. 

That blood reflect of so, 

So sweet as Shannon's sweet, 

(Jr hostile bands, 

Who a foe or iriend can meet. 

So generous as an Irishman, 

Though his hand may be rash; 

His heart is warm. 

And principle is still his guide. . 

No more regrets a deed of harm. 

No one forgives with noble pride. 

He may be doubted, but not be dared. 
Eit to practice and to plan, 

He ably earns his poor reward, 

And he spends it like an Irishman. 

Erin's lovelancl from age to age, 

Has been troubled by tyrany; 
I wish that Erin was in Cuba, 

And then Erin would be free; * 
Her sons and her daughters they'd have 
fieedom, 
And they'd be feeling like we do 
now. 



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() Ireland's !?od!< and daugliteiv, 

Listen what I say, 
The time is come when you'll get freedom. 
And you'll be like the Cubans are 
to-day. 

() Ireland she is weeping, 

Looking for her freedom I know, 
But let Dewey cross the Irish channel, 

England then is bound to go. 

Hurrah for Uncle Sam and Dewey, 

They're the bravest men you know: 

To free the people from this tyrant. 
It is in work they well do know\ 

Any one that wants to free an Island, 
Call around and let me know; 

And I'll go to see Dewey, 
And tell him it is so. 

Dewey started his tars a shooting. 

And the funnels ]3egan to puff out 
smoke ; 

Soon there was freedom in the Island. 
And then they had a joke. 



THE RAMBLING BOYS OF PLEAS- 
URE. 

Grive ear to those lines I write. 

It is true I have been a rover, in 
roving I took delight; 

I fixed my mind on a handsome girl. 
Often times she did me slight. 



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My mind is never, never easy, 

Bat when that fair one is in my sight, 
The very first time I saw her face, 

I really thon^ht her heart was mine. 
But as true as the weather alters. 

She changes her fickle mind, 

Gold is the root of evil. 

Although it bears a glittering hue; 
It cansed many a lad and lass to part, 

Let their heart be ever so true. 

Down by the banks of Cuban, 
Of the Cuban river one day, 

I chanced to rove. 

There I saw my own true love. 

I really thought her heart was mine. 
She told me to take love easy. 

As the leaves fall off every tree; 

But just came from the war and was 

uneasy. 
And this I could not see. 

Theie is one thing more that grieves me, 

To be called a runaway; 
And leave where I was born. 

Kind heaven now pity me. 

To leave her behind I love, 

Alas! what shall I do? 
Shall I become a rover, 

And court a girl I never knew? 



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THE MAID OF PEORIA. 

< )iie day as I chanced to go roving, 

It being in the sweet month of May; 

I chanced for to meet with a fair maid, 
Whose beauty did me ensnare. 

And she making her way to Chicago, 

Before the tirst dawn of day; 
I quickly approached that fair maid. 

And asked her how far she was go- 
ing on, 
Did she belong to Chicago or was it her 
native home. 

She said ''I belong to Peoria, 

Some corn I have for sale; 
1 am going down to Peoria, 

For this is the market day. 

She hastened her steps on before me, 
I told her to take her ease; 

The more I advanced to discourse her, 
The quicker she went away. 

But in Bloomington 

There I approached her, 

And wished her to be my own, 

And said I had plenty of corn and cattle 
of my own. 

She agreed, and we soon made the bar- 
gain, 
And then we started for home; 
We're both living close to Chicago, 



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And have both cattle and hogs oi 
onr own. 

The people who live in the city, 
To see us come out every day, 

They wonder why when we are so clost- 
to Chicago, 
We don't go there to stay. 



THE MANTLE SO GREEN, 
As I went out walking, 

One morning in June, 
To view the green fields, 

And the meadows in bloom. 

I espied a fair maid. 

She appeared like a queen, 
With her costly fine robes. 

And her mantle so green. 

I stood in amazement, 

I was struck with surprise; 
I thought she was an angel 

That fell from the skies. 

Her eyes were like diamonds, 
And her cheek like the rose; 

She is one of the fairest, 
That nature composeci. 

I said ''pretty fair maid, 
If you'll come with me, 

We'll both join in wedlock, 
And married we'll be. 



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I'll dres^ you in rich attire, 

Yoiili appear like a queen; 
With your costly tine robes. 

And your mantle so green/' 
She answered ''Young man. 

You must me excuse; 
rjl wed with no man, 

You must be refused," 
To those woods I shall wander, 

To ?liun all men's view; 
>ince tlie land I loved dearly, 

Ip in famed Waterloo. 
If you want to marry. 

Tell me your loves name; 
For I being in battle, 

I might know the same. 
She says draw near to my garments. 

And there will be seen, 
His name embroidered 

In my mantle so green. 
In raising her mantle, 

I there did behold, 
His luime and his surname, 

In letters of gold. 
William O'Reilly appeared to my view; 

He was my chief comrade in famed 
Waterloo. 
We fought for three days till the fourth 
afternoon. 

He received his death sinnmon the 
ninth day of June. 



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He fought victorious, 

Where the bullets did fly; 
In the field of honor, 

Yonr true love does lie. 



THE CUBAN MAID. 

There was a fair maid, 

That was deep struck in love; 
And she was sunk deep in despa^'r 

No way could she find, 
For to please her sad mind, 

But to take a rove all alone on the 
shore. 

Chorus: — Shore, shore, but to roam all 
alone on the shore. 

There was a sea captain, 

That was bound for the sea. 

The wind it blew high and blew low; • 
I will die, I will die. 

The sea captain did cry. 

If I don't get that maid on the shore. 

I have got diamonds. 

And I have got rings, 
I have got costly ware; 

All of these 1 will give to that pretty 

fair maid, 
If she'll take a sail round the sea 
shore. — Cho. 



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By long persuasion, 

He got her aboard; 
Theii the captain he got her chair, 

He says ''fare thee well sorrow and 
care." 

She says I will sing you a song, if you 

all think it just, 
It made the seamen stare; 

She sung it so sweet, so mild and 

complete, 
That she sung the seamen all to 
sleep. 

Then she robbed them of diamonds. 

She robbed them of rings. 
She robbed them of costly ware; 

The captain's bright sword 
She made it an oar. 

Then she paddled her way to the 
shore . 

Said the captain, 

Was my men sleeping. 
Or was my men mad. 

Or was my men sunk in despair; 
To let her go away, 
With her beauty so gay. 

And again she's a maid on the shore. 



BRYAN THE MAN. 

Bryan lie's brave and he's clever, 
These words unto us he did say, 

'^Now give up to the native the islands, 
And let our boys all come away." 

(Jonie home to our own native harbor, 
And go working right out in the 
mines. 

Have -'Sixteen to One" for your shooting. 
That's better than shoot Philippines. 

Free silver will gingle in your pockets, 
You'll have plenty of good lager 
beer ; 

Chatting along with tlie girls, 

That work that you never will fear. 

We'll all have good times with Old 
eiory. 

And reading about ail the wars; 
And helping the Navy department. 

To build up some more man-of-wars. 

Now don't be pausing and thinking. 
But ask me what you'd b3st to do, 

Go vote for J. Bryan and free silver, 
The best thing you ever can do. 

You know he's a good man for the peo- 
ple, 

And with us he always will stay, 
The trusts and combines of this nation, 

He surely will send them away. 



Now to conclude and to finieili, 

Yon know what I told yon to do, 

Cto vote for that pile of free silver, 
'Twill pay all the taxes for yon. 



A RED-HAIRED MAN'S WIFE. 
Yon nmses divine, 

Combine and lend me yonr aid. 
To pen those few lines. 

For I find that my heart is betrayed. 

Of a virgin so fair, 

That I loved as dear as my life; 
She did me forsake, 

And became the red-haired manV 
wife. 

Don't you remember the time. 
When I gave yon my heart. 

Yon solemnly swore that from me. 
Von never would part. 

Your mind got to be like the ocean. 

Took notions and then took a flight: 

And you left me bewailing the loss, 
Of the red-haired man's wife. 

Yonr absence my dear I feared, 
Will be the cause of my woe; 

But to see you again I mean, 
In a short time to go. 

And when 111 come near you, 
I surely will venture my life. 



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That with me you will steer, 

And not be the red-haired nian'?^ 
wife. 

She Bays take it easy, 

It is nature that caused such a strife; 
And since I went away, 

I'll have to be the red-haired man's 
wife. 

''My darling swain, 

Wouldn't you still be my own? 
The patriots of David, 

Had numbers of wives, it is well 
known." 

So yield to my embraces, 

And put an end to the strife; 

If you don't I'll get crazy. 

If I don't gain the red-haired man's 
wife. 

I offered her favors. 

And sealed it with my right hand; 
She answered and said, 

"Would you have me to break the 
command'^" 

Therefore take it easy, 

As I was given away, 
I'll be the red-haired man's wife. 

Then I almost got crazy. 

And that I'd put an end to my life; 
But as I was deceived by that fair one, 
I never intended to take a wife. 



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FATHER TAM O^NEAL. 
There \\ab< a widow lived in thi^ place. 

She had three eh arming t>oiiy; 
Their father died and left them, 
When they were very young. 

A long time she endeavored, 

To maintain her darling sons, 

Until the youngest became a man. 
At the age of twenty-one. 

( )ne day he discoursed with his mother, 
These words to her did say, 

•T think it will fall on one of us, 
To go far away.'' 

Your land is small to keep us all, 

If with me you will agree; 
1 am fully bent and well content, 

A clergyman to be. 
His mother was glad, 

When such thoughts came in his 
mind; 
8he said I will do all lean. 

To help my darling child. 
She talked to his brothers, 

And they did agree; 
I'liey sent him to college, 

A clergyman to be. 
He wasn't long in college. 

When the Rev. Bishop Brown, 
('ame to examine collegians, 

And viewed them all around. 



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He &aw this clever yonng man. 

And marked liim beyond them all: 
His; wa&* the first he did disens^, 

When on them he did call. 

He says young man where are you from., 

Come tell me your name; 
1 am from the county of Ringgold, 

They call me Thomas O^NeaL 

My mother is a widow, 

And of a low degree; 
8he has done her endeavors, 

To make a priest of me. 

Since Tom O'Neal it is your name, 

The Bishop he did say; 
Study hard by night and day; 

I will have you ordained. 
To help your tender mother who did so 

well for thee, 
ril send you home, your country boys to 
see. 

When this young man came home or- 
dained, 

The neighbors were glad to see. 
All that came to welcome him, 

They came in twos and threes. 

Particularly his own dear friends, 

To welcome him they run; 
You never saw such welcome, 

As there was for the widow's son. 



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There was a man lived^iu this pla<:e, 

He was as rich as a duke or kniglit: 

He had an onl}' daughter, 
Slie was a beauty bright, 

She ;!^ays to her father, 

1 will go, this young man to see; 
Before he went to college. 

He was a school boy long with me. 

She was taken into the parlor, 

Where they had some ale and wine; 
She says you're a clever young man. 

I would have you to resign. 

What, you be a clergyman^ 
You know you are a stray; 

Clergymen must rise at night, 
And travel hard by day. 

Take some noble lady. 

Whose fortune will be grand; 
You will have men to wait on you. 

And be a gentleman. 

Take myself now I stand, 

You know my fortune is great: 

1 have a million every year. 
And at death a big estate. 

He says, now noble lady. 

Do not explain your mind; 
If you offered me ten tinges that, 

I never would resign. 



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In this holy station, 

1 am to spend my life; 
Don't you say no more to me, 

1 will never take a wife. 

When he denied her, 

She then went home; 
In eight weeks after, 

She made it known. 

She swore before the magistrates, 

That he did her beguile; 
And long before she talked witli him, 

She was with (*hild. 

The morning of the trial, 

It grieved our hearts full sore; 

To see his tender mother. 

It grieved her ten times more. 

To think her son a clergyman. 

And his age only twenty-three, 

Would be cut down in his prime, 
By cruel perjury. 

She says, Tom, what is the reason, 

That you would not marry this maid? 

I believe she is a companion, 
For a king I do declare. 

You are nothing but a widow's son. 

That is poor and maim; 
1 think it would be an honor. 

Such a lady to obtain. 



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Til en Father Tom, stood up and said, 

I have no witness here; 
Hut I call on the Ahnighty, 

And he will bring me clear. 

I never said 1 would marry lier, 
Nor would make her my wife; 

For I never knew a female from, 
A man in* all my life. 

Then Tom, since you won't marry her, 
FU give you to understand, 

You'll have seven long years, 

Transported to some foreign land. 

That's bad enough, said father, Tom, 

That wrong is done to me; 
But our Savior suffered more, 

Than that he died on Calvary. 

These words were hardly spoken. 
When a horse came just in time; 

And came a rider, he says, 
I was not here in time. 

I call this trial over again, 

I am here and can reply. 
That she wants two fathers for her child, 

That's Father Tom and I. 

I can tell the very moment. 

Likewise the very spot, 
8he gave me some money. 

The night the babe was got. 



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81ie promised me a thousand, 
Never to make it known; 

She wanted to make a husband, 
Of the Rev. Father Tom. 

Father Tom pat on his hat, 
He then began to smile; 

He said to his mother, 
God assist your child. 

They looked at one another, 

When they heard that perjury, 

That which lady was found guilty, 
And Father Tom came free. 



THE CUBAN BOY. 

Dowui in the lowlands a poor boy did 
wonder, 
Down in Cuba a poor boy did roam; 
He says I am persecuted by this govern- 
ment, 
I am going to America to seek me a 
home. 

He landed in Chicago before the war 
was over. 
He is working in a wholesale house, 
His name I well do know. 

He says I feel at home, 
Since I have been in this country I will 
stay in America. 
No more I'll go to roam. 



(){)L. HEPBURN AND THE PHU.IP- 
PINES. 

CxDod people I pray pay attention, 
And listen to what I relate; 

I'll sing you a song of the Colonel, 

And the speech that he made here of 
late. 

He talked a good deal of the Islands, 
He says, ''With them what will ron 
do?' 
The government has come to the con- 
clusion. 
To leave the decision to you/' 

Some say that the Islands are useless, 
Some say that they're all full of coal; 

Something we'll need for our warships. 
When they're steaming far out from 
hon^.e. 

Some say that they're good to raise corn, 
Some say that they're good to raise 
caiie; 
And some of our people declare, 

That the Islands we should not re- 
tain. 

There is one thing I am now going to 
tell you. 

And that thing you'll find very true: 
If you let me decide on these Islands, 

That work I am fit for to do. 



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I know you Avill ask me a question, 

I can tell by the wink of your eye; 
Those islands belong to the Yankees, 

And that is my honest reply. 
Now this is my poetry I'm singing. 

The Colonel he gave a good show; 
He talked so agreeably and pleasing, 

That from him I never could go. 
When the Col. was reading my poetry, 

I kept still till he came to the tars: 
He smiled so agreeably and pleasant, 

I almost forgot all the wars. 



THE CRUISKEEN LAWN. 

Let the farmer praise his ground. 

As the huntsman does his hound; 
And the shepherd his sweet shany grove, 

AVhile I more blest than they. 
Spend each happy night and day, 

With my smiling little Cruiskeen 
Lawn. 

Chorus : — Grammacree macruiskeen, 
slanta galm avourneen, gramma Cruis- 
keen Lawn. 
When death appears. 

Alter a few of those happy years, 
And tells me my glass is run; 

I will say begone you knave, 
For Dewey freed us all from slaves, 

And tells us we can have another 
Cruiskeen Lawn. 



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He whipped the Spaniards so true, 
That no trouble we will pursue, 

Hut to take anotlier Cruiskeeu Lawn: 
Now, rU say no more, 

Until Dewey he conies home, 

And we'll celebrate the Fourth with 
a Cruiskeen Lawn. 



FACLE ON THE COUNTY CLARE. 

One morning early ior recreation, 

Down by Facie I chanced to stray: 

Where rural valley were decked with 
daisies, 
And pleasant gardens in rich array. 

Inhere I espied a lovely fair one, 

^^ ho's pleasant glances did me en- 
snare: 
While viewing her beauty I got quite. 
Stuped and to appioacli I was 
ashamed. 

I'll is lovely dam-:el was pure and hand- 
some. 
Discreet, and modest refined, and 
chaste; 
Her milk-white bosom resembled Juno, 
No mortal humane can with her 
compare. 

She draws most neatly in clotli or paper, 
The whole creation by land or sea: 



Tliat brilliant famou^; that crowns our 
labor, 
The wolf and tiger, the buck and 
bear. 

1 then accosted this lovely fair one, 

To tell her name or her dwelling 
place, 
Or was she Sires or lovely Ires, 

Or the welcome privie on whom the 
apple gazed? 

8he then made answer, 'T am no God- 
dess, 

I am not proud nor immortal dame. 
But I li^e by Facie, 

Down near New Orleans. 

Then I accosted to take me from grief 
and woe, 
For I'm here condoling through love 
and nature, 
Since I have seen you. 

My darling you know. 

She says desist from such vane persua- 
sions. 
Your introdujtion is alia scheme; 
You're not so bad as you pretended. 

As to think to marry a poor servant 
maid . 

I'll take my time until Til meet my equals. 
That won't be until the Lord is 
pleased ; 



It is l)y our honiity we'll live at ease, 
ril live ill hopes and not despair. 

Tliea I wa-i tired a:id my limbs growi]ii> 
weary, 
I supplicated this lovely dame. 
To tie my liead and show some nature. 
And then IVl release her from being 
a slave. 

She then consented to cure my ailment. 

Our joys were greater than I could 
relate; 
1 made her an heir of all my lioldings. 

Down in Facie in the County Clay. 

THE FAEMKIVS EOV. 

Farew(ill, dear mairter, I am told we are 
parting, 

'Tis not n.iy fault to he sore; 
You kept me warm with hay and corn: 

In return I give you some gore. 

At night I rested fro n tired labor, 

And ill the morning would start 
with joy; 

To face my ioes, I was bold and daring, 
For 1 acted always a faithful boy. 

I own my darling. I have you parted, 
And have discharged you against 
my will; 



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For my hay and corn you did well 
award me, 
My purse and pockets with gohl you 
filled. 

You were dutiful and you were pleasing, 
Both time and labor you embraced 
with joy; 
Likewise the lad who did always race 
you, 
To you he did always prove kind. 

The Shanon says he sailed with you in 
New Orleans, 
You were there in time; 
You won next day the two-racer honestly. 
But you were cheated and it was not 
right. 

For the cheating. 

They got a beating. 
And from New Orleans 

They were forced to fly. 

Farewell dear Mrs., as I must leave you, 
I am afraid your equals I will never 
find; 
Likewise your children unto me was 
faithful, 
Unto me was kind. 

The poor and naked at your door. 

They waited your milk and bacon, 
You did share with joy for compensation, 



May you gain salvation j^liail be iny 
prayer said the faithful boy. 

I kiio^v the reasD 1 that I am parting, 
For to blam^ you I do not all; 

To live by thesworl I must bj a soldier 
I dou't kiio.v the m3;n3nt I may 
oliaiL'e to fall. 

Hut I will cheer up my spirits without 
any hesitatioa, 
There is cousolatiou for you aud I: 
In liopes that I would meet a master, 
That would give eoru to the farmer's 
boy. 



THE KERRYMAN'S RAMBLE. 

One day in the annual season, 
It being the year fifty-four, 

Wlien Fabus approached our harvest, 
And the erops did spontaneously 
grow, 

I then took my way to the prairie, 

Where tlie hay did grow, 
1 stood there at ameetingly corner. 

And took out my cipher to show. 

A widow convenient to Bansha, 

She observed me and I standing alone. 

She modestly made her appearance, 
And said she had hay to mow. 



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She abked me what county I came from, 
Or where was my place of abode; ■ 

Or was it by daily employment, 

Or by peacework 1 would mow^ 

I said that 1 came from a county, 
Where heroes of fame did resort; 

My wages I never would claim. 

Until hay alter cutting I had stowed. 

I will hire you. she says, for a fortnight. 
And then if I like how you mow, 

I will keep you for cutting the cora, 

And for threshing 1 will want you 
also. 

She showed me the meadow next morn- 
ing, 

And told me to cut It quite low; 
But as soon as I entered the corner, 

She said I vras cutting too blow. 

I saved all the hay from the storm, 
I threshed all her wheat and oats; 

And then I demanded my wagrS, 

And said I was going to the road. 

She says now don't think to forsake me, 
And leave me in grief to condole; 

1 will keep you from going through hard 
labor. 
This farm on you I will bestow. 

We settled accounts on that moment, 
I told her I would never go home, 



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Hut stay to the end of my days, 
Her farm to plow and to yow. 

We went to the clergy' next morning, 

To tighten the knot; 
And us botli re.'Oaeile 1 in that town 
Taprairie, 

In Bansha to live ever more. 



THE MAINE. 

How can I be contented, 

And listen to this crew. 
That sunk our ship' Maine'^in the harbor, 

When they had nothing else to do^ 

Wheii I heard about the explosion, 

Or the blowing up of the ''Maine,'' 

1 almost got crazy. 

Did not know where to remain. 

Tlie time we had for talking. 

All was gone by; 
And nothing else but war 

Would us satisfy. 

1 was reading in the papers. 

And watching what they'd do; 

When I read the declaration I said, 

"That's just the thing that will do." 

Uncle Sam says to get Dewey ready, 

And now get away; 
And whip them so unmerciful, 

Don't give them time to play. 



Now Fm getting fc^omewliat easy, 
But I won't forget the ''tars, 

And I won't forgive these, 

That did commence the wars 



THE RIVER ROE. 

As I went out one morning all in tlie 
month of May, 
I espied a lovely fair one and her I 
did not know; 
I took her to be an angel, 
Along the River Roe. 

Her teeth they were like ivory, 

Her skin it was lily white; 
Her cheeks were of a rosy red, 

And her eyes like diamonds ])right. 

She appeared to be a fair one, 

And her I did not know; 
1 took her to be an angel. 

Along the River Roe. 

I said, my pretty fair maid, 

If with me you will agree, 
We Avill join our hands in wedlock bands, 

And married we will be. 

Ill dress you up so neatly, 

And that you soon will know, 

We will live by this fair place, 
They call the River Roe. 



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TRUE LOVERS DISCUSSION. 

One pleat^aiit evening- when pinkt< and 
dai^ietJ, 
Cloi^ed in their blossoms drops of 
dew ; 
The feathers warbling of every species, 
Together chanting their notes so 
true. 

As I did stray enrapt with meditation, 
It charmed my heart to hear them 
sing; 

Two silent arbors were just arising, 

Their air in concert did sweetly sing. 

^Vith joy transported each sight I courted, 
While gazing round them with an 
inspective eye; 
Two youthfid lovers in deep conversa- 
tion, 
Closely engaged I chanced to espy. 

Thi* couple spoke with such force of 
reason. 
Their sentiments they expressed so 
clear; 
And for to listen to their conversation, 
My inclination was to draw near. 

He pressed her hand and he said, 

''My darling, tell me the reason you 
changed your mind(' 
Or had I loved you to be degraded, 



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Where youtli and beauty are in 
their pricle?'^ 

Kemeniber darling-, our firs^t engageinent 
When childish pa?;time was all we 
knew; 
Be true and constant, Tin thine forever: 
I'll brave all dangers and go with 
yon. 

Your prayer is good sir, I thank yon for 
it, she said, 
Bnt yet your offers I can't receive, 
By soft perg^uasions and kind induce- 
ments, 
The serpent had tempted Eve. 

There is another reason might be as- 
signed, 

The highest tide sometimes do fall: 
Another female might obey you better. 

Therefore I can't obey your call. 

''Yes, I admit the tiding motion. 

Is always moving from shore to shore: 

But still its substance is never changing. 
And never will till time is no more.'" 

It 'twas you, love, that I did require it. 

But since you placed it in golden 

store, 

I'll strike the string and my heart will 

murmur, 

So farewell darling, forever more. 



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Yon i^peak exceerriiigly but not rorrectly, 

With woidfc^ supporting your caut^e 

ill vain; 

If I had the tongue of a ^iilver goddesf^,, 

Yc)ur exuitatioH I would dit^dain. 

There it* not a tree in that Persian forest, 
That retail s its color excepting one; 

That is the laurel that I will cherish. 
And always hold in my right hand. 

The blooming laurel, you n.iay admire it, 

Because its verdure is always new: 
Hut there is another that you can't denv 
it, 
Is just as bright in tlie gardner't? 
view. 

'Tis wisely resting throughout the winter, 
And it l)lcoms again when the 
spring draws near; 

The pen of Homer wrote its prai!^es, 
In June and July it does appear. 

It was your love that I did require it, 
But since you placed it in golden 
store, 
rU strike the string and my heart shall 
murmur, 
80 farewell darling forever more. 

She seemed affected 

And half distracted, 
Sir my denial w as but a trial, 

I have God as witne^s to what 1 say. 



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She fe>ayt^ my darling, if yon don't foi- 
give me, 
And forget my crnelty, 
A single virgin for yonr &^ake, I'll 
wander. 
While a green leaf grows on that 
laurel tree. 

All young maidens then i pray take 
warning. 
Let love and virtue be still your aim: 
No worldly treasure should yield your 
pleasure, 
But those persons that you do dis- 
dain. 

All young lovers will they respect you, 

And to your memory will have a 

sigh; 

The blooming rose and evergreen laurel, 

Will mark the spot where your body 

lies. 

From Balla branch about two miles dis- 
tant, 
Where the black-birds whistle and 
thrushes sing; 
With hills surrounding and valleys* 
bounding, 
A charming fine prospect all ia the 
spring. 



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Where a female'^ beauty *y never want- 
ing, 

The lonely stranger a refuge finds: 
Down by Redding if you inquire there. 

The author of these line^ you'll find. 

THE SAILOR IS NO MORE. 
('Ome all you loyal lov^ers, 

Wherever that you be, 
I hope you'll pay attention and listen 
unto me; 
C/oncerning two young lovers so 
fondly were inclined. 
All for to join in wedlock bands, 
But fortune proved unkind. 

Being: on a Sunday evening. 

Abroad where I did rove, 
I roved for recreation down by a shady 
grove; 
AVhere tlie pretty little small birds, 
they rung the valleys o'er, 
It was their lamentation, 

"That sailor is no more." 
I went on my bended knees. 

For mercy I did call. 
My curse unto that very night I brought 
lier to the ball. 
Five dollars there 1 did piy down 
before we came home; 
Yes you did the maid replied. 
And the sailor is no more 



My curse to that slioeitiaker, 

The night he came that way; 
He boldly stepped into the house, 

And unto my love did say: 
''My darling won't you marry me, 

'Before that 111 give o'er^'' 
"Yes, kind sir," the maid replied. 

And the sailor is no more. 

This maid is of a middle size, 

The truth I do declare; 
Red and rosy are her cheeks. 

And coal-black is her hair. 
Her eyes like diamonds they do shine, 

It pierced my heart full sore; 
She has enchanted the sailor, 

And no\Y he is no more. 
Before that I'd intrude too long upon 
good company. 

This couple they are parted and 
never can meet any more; 
The sailor he went crazy. 

And now he is no more. 



THE GAY .DANDY WIFE. 

Come all you young fellows that vs^ant 
to be married, 
I'd have you beware of a gay dandy 
wife; 
If she is pretty, or anyway handeome. 
She will surely torment you all the 
days of your life. 



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If slie bad a fortune, 

Hy her cheeky t^he woukl yay, 
VVheu you woukl i-ise in the morning, 

In bed Bhe would lay. 

When thiis beautiful creature, 

•\voi^e from her t^lumbery, 
She iy oft* to the grocers, 

Her morning to take. 

She calls for a glat^s, 

And a small drop of water; 
Her cheeks are rolled on flannel, 

She has the toothache. 

When her poor husband comes Lome to 
his breakfast, 
She's cursing and danniing the pa- 
pist to hell; 
To tell you the trjith while I have got 
her, 
She's an Orangeman's daughter 
from the town of Clanmell. 

When first I got married I thought she 
was an angel, 
I rented some rooms in front of a 
street, 
I bought a bed and a new pair ol 
blankets, 
A bolster and pillow that we may go 
sleep. 



so 

I bought a tea-pot, 

A cup and a saucer; 
A lovely fine cupboard - 

Which stood by the wall. 
We had all sorts oi chiua that was fit for 
a lady, 
Then my companion said we'd have 
a ball; 

She invited a tailor and likewise a 
weaver, 
A great dancing master that lived 
in the street. 
This Spaniard's daughter. 

She left my back naked; 
She pledged the new shoes 
That I wore on my feet. 

I once was a clerk ia a goovd situation, 
But now my dear people ^he pledged 
all my clothes; 
If I grumble without any hesitation, 
She'd get hold of the tea-pot and 
then break my nose. 

So young men beware of tho<e Spaniard 
daughteis. 
That wear barrel curls and plaits in 
their hair; 
If you would go to a ball or a circus, 
They would chat with another I vow 
and declare. 



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11ie liquor it* cursed, f<lie got to drinking. 
To vex all our people to drink she 
did go; 
Along with a Spaniard she went to ])lue 
blazes, 
1 was wishing that Dewey at them 
had a blow. 



MOLLIE BRALLIGAiN. 

Maui, dear, did yon ever liear of pretty 
Mollie Bralligan^ 

Why, and troth dear, 
She has left me, 

And I ne'er will be thaf man again. 

Not a spot upon my hide. 

Will another summer tan again: 
Since Mollie dear has left me, 

All alone ior to die. 

< >ii. Mam, dear, don't you remember, 
V\ hen milking time was past and 
gone, 
We went into the meadows and you said 
1 was the only man. 
That ever could possess your heart? 
Hut are you base and cruel after all. 
To leave me here alone for to die. 

Mam, dear, don't you remember, 

When we were coming home the 
rain began; 

1 rolled you in my frieze coat. 

The divil a w^aist-coat had I on. 



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And my shirt it was so fine drawn, 
1 might as well had ne'er a one; 

Since Mollie she has left me 
All alone for to die. 

I went and told my tale, 

To Father McDonaldman, 
And then I asked advice of 

Conncelor O'Connell. 

He said that promise breaches had been, 
Ever since the world began; 

Now they'll have to stop, 

Or the people will go wild. 

Hnrrah, what do you mean, 

What do you advise me to do? 
Shall my thoughts and mind go to 
Mollie? 
I'm suffering to think now what to 
do. 

Now I am as hot and determined a lad, 
Won't you come to my wake. 

When I'm going to my long meander' 
Still I'd find myseli as valient a^ 
That brave Alexander. 

If I could hear you crying around me, 
And to say, ''Why did you die?" 

He died broken hearted, 

He wept for that fair one; he says 
for her I'm going to die. 



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THE FARMER MICHAEL HAYES. 

Farewell to Old Ireland, 

The land of my fathers, 

Fi'cni hou^e, home and farm I had to go; 

I went to pay my rent on a fine summer's 

morning, 
Myself and the agent 
We eon Id not agree. 

I had the money in my hand, 
He; said that I should quit the land; 
The truth Fll tell yon know quite well, 
These words with me did not agree. 

He fell a victim to a shot, 

His agency he then forgot; 

And since that day they're searching for 

That Farmer Michael Hayes. 

They searched Tipperary o'er and o'er, 
Through Yaherlough and Galtamore, 
Through Ballahale and Slienenoemon, 
A sharp lookout for every man. 

Fatigued and disappointed by the break 

of day, 
To telegraph they done their best, 
A great reward for his arrest; 
His figure, size and form they described 

in every w^ay. 

Now search this w orld far and near, 
The like before you didn't hear; 
A man to get away so clear. 
As the Farmer Michael Hayes. 



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They s^earclied tliroiigli Liineriok and 

Rotheale, 
Newcastle West and Abbeofall: 
They searched the Shannon at Killalien, 
They went along by Brienboroue, 
They Avent by train to Drawharih, 
And they got no tidings there. 

They steered their coiir.^e to Mill town, 
Or otherwise Malbea; 
They took their way to C-riinashol, 
At G-lounirouth they gave a call. 
By Lunloughgap and U^aterford, 
And aronnd Killarney Lake. 

To Malaghtown they ran by train, 
The town they took was all in rain; 
They called at Queenstown on their way. 
That splendid place most grand and gay. 

Through Abbinspike, the beach and 

square, 
For beauty takes the sway; 
The finest harbor Til be bound, 
That can be found in Ireland round. 

The packet steamers there are found, 
To cross the region seas; 
Those not meeting with any chance, 
On another tramp they did advance, 
Some boots are getting hardship 
In search of Michael Hayes. 



Then tliey took a notioi to '■^ ) a'-r >-i> tlir^ 

!sea, 
Into America; 

The pipers t^aid they hijii .- 1 ight, 
But tliey must run or el-^e b.^ shot; 
There they hi 1 1 ) leiv^e him, 
Tiie Fa Tin u" Mi'hiel Haye^j. 



THE ENGLISH WARSHIPS. 

Tliere wa&^ two noble ship > froui Eng-hmd. 
did set sail, 

Blow high, blow low, and so sailed 
we. 

One was the Queen of Prussia, 

And the other the Prince of Wales. 

Sailing down arouad the C^oast of Bar- 
bar y. 

Cto alo^t, go aloft, our jolly boatsmen, 
Cried blow high, blow low, and so. 

Sailed we, look astern, look astern; 

Ijook a hibored and lea, and look around 
The Coast of Barbary. 

I see nothing from the stern, 
I see nothing from the lea; 

Blow high, blow low, and so, sailed we. 
I t^ee something from the windlass, 

Like a lofty ship on sea, 

Siiling down around the Coast of 
Barbary. 



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It raiglit be a man-of-war, 

Or a privateer said he, 
C'ruisiiig down around the Coast of Bar- 
bary; 
HaiJ them, oh, hail them, 
( )nr jolly boatman cried; 

Then the Queen of Prussia shot the 
piiates masts away, 
Sailii g down around the coast of Bar- 
laiy. 

^^For quarters, for quarters," 

The pirates they did cry; 
Blow high, blow low, and so sailed we. 

The quarters that we gave them, 
Were to sink them in the sea, 

Sailing down arcurd the Coast of 
Bar bar y. 



MICKANAY'S GRAVE. 

One evening late, I chanced to stray, 

]n the pleasant month of May 

When Marfus did the fields display. 

The moon sunk on the deep; 

On a bank I sat me down, 

To hear the woodcock coohig around. 

The surges of the ocean wide, 

Lulled me fast asleep; 

I thought I saw Brambaram that did the 

Danish force subdue, 
With a mighty force his sword he drew; 
Those w^ords he said to me; 



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The heart melodiously will f^oiiiid, 
When Ireland's sous will be unbound, 
And Patrick's Day we will all dance 
round. 

That blooming laurel tree, I thought St. 

Luke stood on the ground, 
And said 1 will your monarchs crown, 
When in came tiie French around, 
Ready lor the tield; 
Whe.i Fat lie r Mnrphy he did say. 
Behold my Lord, 1 am he]e to-day, 
With eighty thousand men so gay, 
From Wixforcl Hill s:) brave. 

Our country's faith it does depend, 
Upon you and your gallant friend, 
And heavens will our cause defend, 
We will die or else be slain; 
Then there raised a shout, 
AVith bayoiiets lived. 
They all went out. 
To lace the daring foe. 

The eiiemy seemed not much surprised. 
With thuLidering cannons got up nigh, 
And thousand on the banks did lie. 
And l)loody streams did flow. 

The ei:emy scon formed a scheme. 
That put our men all in despair; 
They drove our men from the ranks to 
the rear. 



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With tbeir laycuct^ ( f pure steel; 
The other boys they were not slack, 
They came with li^yonets tippling on 
their back. 

iSome others joined tlienii]! a crack, 

And drove tliem out of the field; 

They gave three cheers for liberty when 

tbey forced the enemy to fly, 
I looked around and could not see one 

man in the flames, 
Except what dead and w^ounded lay. 
Not able to run away, 
When I woke it was clear day. 
That Mackanay's dream. 



BIOGRAPHY OF AUTHOR. 
1 was born in the County LiiHerick, Ireland, with- 
in 14 miles of the city of Limerick; traveled all over 
the County Limerick; raised on a small farm. Travel- 
ed through the conntv of Corv. through the county of 
Cork, and through Tiprrnrit. Wade several trips to the 
city of Cork; been in Qaeenstown; emigrated from 
Ireland at time of cruel war; went through the South- 
ern Srau^.s working for the government for some time. 
Worked in New Orleans. Memphis, St. Louis, and 
made my home in Chicago for l-t years, working at all 
kinds of business there. Was an active political work- 
er, v^ atched the present war with Spain, from which 
J picked up the items and composed these songs. 
Lived 18 years in Iowa; made one trip previous to 
moving to Iowa, working one year. Steamboated 
along the Mississippi; saw the immortal Lincoln as he 
lay in stale, and grieved that so good a man should 
have so short a life. Had the pleasure of seeing that 



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irraiid ol<l hero of the civil war. Grant. I have alwa3S 
fnlt rejoiced pince I got from under the bondage of 
England, and hope war country will never suffer from 
their hands as did my native country. 

I have seen the landlords turn out the inhabitants 
of the two townships by the sheriff; turned out in the 
highwav to gt^t shelter where they might. I have 
seen people compelled to tear down their own houses; 
forced to by armed police. They were not allowed any 
privileges; daren't hunt and fish on what he called his 
own farm. 

In Ireland there are always recruiting otficers 
watching the farmer boys to get them to enlist, and 
after they are erjlisted they must go in the army. I 
have been whipped by an English landlord for walking 
on liis farm. 

Ireland now is weeping. 

And has been since the Habeas Corpus died; 
Th( savage line are feeding, 

In that fertile valley wide. 
Where scores of Irish heroes. 

Far superior to the Queen, 
Have died in British dungeons, 

For the wearing of the green. 
But fast the time is ceming. 

For them to march away; 
We will get Dswey with us. 
For us to clear the way. 
When we will reach the Island, 

Some racket will be seen; 
The tars might then go shooting, 

But it would never please the green. 
I have seen the soldiers come and demand the 
home of the tenement farmers for rent. The tenement 
had to pay their rent twice a year. A man would have 



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to humble himself to his hindlord by touching his hat 
when he met him. They would have to give him a 
part of eveiy thing they would raise. 

r will now give a short sketch of my life since I 
came to Iowa: 1 worked in Taylor and Ringgold 
counties, and Worth county, Missouri. Worked at 
plastering partly. I worked here at plastering among 
them all. 

If you have anj fault to tind. 

I want you to tell me all; 
I thousrht they would abuse me. 

But [ believe they acred white. 
They gave that Irishman good wagei*. 

And that was his delight. 
Now some of them are talking, 
» And say he is a poet; 

For the Lord knows he can't help it. 

For he is just an old spr rt. 
Never mind the poetry. 

I think the songs are right; 
You ought to feel contented. 

For Dewey made tbem quiet. 
I myself was watching. 

And I thought it was good fun, 
When Dewey whipped the Spaniard^i. 

And then they had to run. 
Now we will talk about old Ringgold, 

I'll never it disown; 
I'll always be well satisfied. 

I'm sure I'll stay at home. 
You might think I'm bladging. 

But all this stuff is true; 
You ased me well in Reddinir 
While I was here with \ oil. 



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Now if you don't at^t inid. 

And te;i!ip me. nnd t^U m"^ jfo a^vny. 
ril srav here in Rt^ddinyr. 

While a dollar for to pa> . 

INDEX. 

PAGE. 

Our Nati •>n H 

Praise of Captain Sampson 5 

Praise ot Hob.^on 7 

Praise of S<-hley ; 8 

King O' Toole 9 

In Praise of Mt. A> r 18 

A 'I'ribnte to GrHrit ('ity 15 

A Fragment 16 

In Praise of Admiral Dewey 17 

Charlie Eay:en 18 

The Banks of Porto Rico 20 

The Soldier Box 22 

I'be Jolly Roving: Tar 23 

A Monaent was Sad 24 

Tiie Girl I Left Behind Me 25 

The New Light of Escuteheon 20 

The Roving Journeyman 29 

The Sailor and Carpenter 30 

The Recruiting Sprgcant 34 

Mason 36 

The Parting Glas.^ 38 

Good News From Home 39 

Chicago Sportsmen 40 

Pr.njse of Blockton 41 

Bold Hob.^on and the Merrimac 42 

Ji)lin Morrisev 43 



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INDEX. 



PAGE. 



The Savage Loveg His sacred Horn*' 46 

The Rambling Boys of Pleasure 47 

Ihe Maid of Peoria 49 

The Mantle So Green 50 

The Cuban Mnid o2 

Bryan the Man 54 

A Red- Haired Matrs Wife 55 

Father Tom O'Ne.-.l 57 

The Cuban Boy 62 

Col Hepburn and the Philippines 63 

The Cruiekoen Lawn ...64 

Facie on the County Clare 65 

The Farmer's Boy 67 

The Kerry man's Ramble 69 

The Maine 71 

The River Roe 72 

The Lover's Discussion 78 

The Sailor is no M ore 77 

The Gay Dandy Wife 78 

MoUie Bralligan 81 

The Farmer Michael Hayes 83 

The English Warships 85 

Mickanay's Grave 86 

Biography of Author 88 



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